With a soft ball of sky-blue mana as lighting, Adam glanced at the portrait of the charming author—especially on the golden coat of arms emblazoned on his chest. It resembled an aquamarine-scaled creature, as long as the Jin Long sect's guardian, coiled around a crown of pink mana. But that alone caused his brow to furrow.
How could a magical beast from the cultivation realm be featured as the coat of arms of an ancient mage house? Somehow, it felt wrong for many reasons, the first being the message of hope left by the very author, who called this realm foreign.
He had begun to consider whether mages had lived in hiding for millennia or whether their discipline only gained prominence around fifteen thousand years ago. Yet, he could tell the blond man had been a powerful archmage.
